Dying Speech of an Old Philosopher
Dying Speech of an Old Philosopher
1I strove with none, for none was worth my strife:
2 Nature I loved, and, next to Nature, Art:
3I warm'd both hands before the fire of Life;
4 It sinks; and I am ready to depart.
Publication Start Year
1849
RPO poem Editors
H. Kerpneck
RPO Edition
3RP 3.10.
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